oh, subject matter. gasp. by Olivia Weinkeinthe statues here stand still
and i can't breathe without you
but every time someone turns out the
lights, i'm brand new again.
and he kisses me where it hurts the most.
he touches me places i ache to feel.
this is where it all goes wrong. are you
with me. this rollercoaster, this ride.
who wants to be the first one to get off?
is it you or is it me.
take your time with this one. i have all night.
and every time he lights up another cigarette,
these seconds save my life. my, you are such
a tasty one. i like the way you bend.
he tells me he has a thing for dancers. but i
don't. i never have. danced. but for him. for
h i m.
your name reminds me of someone i used to know
but your eyes lose me along the way. unfamiliar
territory he says it all tastes the same and
oh no, here i am again, clawing my way out.
these moments they try to pass me by but i feel
them, i breathe them, i sigh. you. could be anyone
this fever has reached its peak. my hands are places
they've never been. i still feel the same.
stay with me.
and then run. i won't be happy until i've eaten
through
every
last
one
of
y
o
u
. 01/11/2004 Posted on 01/11/2004 Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
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